Willi Carlisle - The Down and Back lyrics

Get up gents, shimmy up the holler
Down and back for a silver dollar

It’s a pretty big haul for pretty small pay
Down from upriver in the mud and the rain
Workin’ for a livin’ is a pretty raw deal
And Jesus on the mainline is hell on wheels

Whoah, I’ll ball that jack
Till my money comes back
Down on the down of down and back
I’ll be right here till my money comes back
Won’t ya cut all the timber
And mine all the coal
Till half of West Virginia is a fishin’ hole?
Big mamma’s sittin’ on the piglets in the pen
Ya can’t get to heaven in a big black Benz

Whoah, I’ll ball that jack
Till my money comes back
Down on the down of down and back
I’ll be right hеre till my money comes back

I’ll vanish in thе woods without a damn trace
They’ll never forget ‘ol whatshisface
Small town gossip, the wrath of god?
Fish, cut bait, or spare me the rod

Whoah, I’ll ball that jack
Till my money comes back
Down on the down of down and back
I’ll be right here till my money comes back

I wanna be saved but danged if I’ll try
The designated hitter is a goddamned lie
Whole lotta doin’ tween done and needs did
Tween a crazy old man and a messed-up kid

Whoah, I’ll ball that jack
Till my money comes back
Down on the down of down and back
I’ll be right here till my money comes back
Whoah, I’ll ball that jack
Till my money comes back
Down on the down of down and back
I’ll be right here till my money comes back